11 Jan TODAY Waters wash lazily over white sands Occasional clouds drift across blue skies Trees rustle with passing breezes and salt tang fills the air On the water boats crawl A trail of white disappearing behind Squeals of children bobbing in the sea While parents bake in the sun Resting beside me on the table A cup of coffee send trails of flavour To tantalise my eager senses And my pen nestles comfortably in my hand Lined paper stares blankly Waiting the wisdom of my mind Words crash like waves on
Waters wash lazily over white sands Occasional clouds drift across blue skies Trees rustle with passing breezes and salt tang fills the air On the water boats crawl A trail of white disappearing behind Squeals of children bobbing in the sea While parents bake in the sun Resting beside me on the table A cup of coffee send trails of flavour To tantalise my eager senses And my pen nestles comfortably in my hand Lined paper stares blankly Waiting the wisdom of my mind Words crash like waves on
20 Dec From the Australian Writers’ Centre Newsletter Merry Christmas? Wait, is that a question? Yes, I want to know about the saying. How did it come about? Ahhh, good question. According to the history books, even though we’ve been celebrating Christmas since the 4th century, it wasn’t until the 1300s that we gave it that name and the 1500s that we stopped making it all about ourselves and came up with Christmas greetings. That’s progress. It was in 1565 that we saw the first written version of “Merry Christmas”. Did “merry” mean what it does
Merry Christmas? Wait, is that a question? Yes, I want to know about the saying. How did it come about? Ahhh, good question. According to the history books, even though we’ve been celebrating Christmas since the 4th century, it wasn’t until the 1300s that we gave it that name and the 1500s that we stopped making it all about ourselves and came up with Christmas greetings. That’s progress. It was in 1565 that we saw the first written version of “Merry Christmas”. Did “merry” mean what it does
12 Dec IT COMES Another poem for your enjoyment IT COMES it comes born far away where no one sees it comes the gentle rise and fall silent patient it grows feelings rise inside him excitement fear now all see it it rises to strike should he challenge it or slink away? too late he has no choice arms strain his board rises and falls standing racing flying the biggest wave of his life adrenaline rush
Another poem for your enjoyment IT COMES it comes born far away where no one sees it comes the gentle rise and fall silent patient it grows feelings rise inside him excitement fear now all see it it rises to strike should he challenge it or slink away? too late he has no choice arms strain his board rises and falls standing racing flying the biggest wave of his life adrenaline rush
04 Nov STORM dark skies rolling clouds hiding the light of stars rains bite white sails strain and flap buried in waves fighting for air men scramble along jumping timber decks cracking crashing screaming the storm has won I was distracted from writing my novel and put this on the paper instead
dark skies rolling clouds hiding the light of stars rains bite white sails strain and flap buried in waves fighting for air men scramble along jumping timber decks cracking crashing screaming the storm has won I was distracted from writing my novel and put this on the paper instead
01 Nov Christmas is coming The lights are coming together again for Christmas. The backdrop is almost complete, the lights will soon be coming out of storage for testing and erection, (anti-vandal cameras are operating), snow machines are tested and Santa has promised to come and see the show. (The photo is from last year)
The lights are coming together again for Christmas. The backdrop is almost complete, the lights will soon be coming out of storage for testing and erection, (anti-vandal cameras are operating), snow machines are tested and Santa has promised to come and see the show. (The photo is from last year)
26 Oct I am an orchidholic I admit it - I am an orchidholic. I inherited my first orchids (shown) and the passion has grown though it is only a hobby. But I find that I cannot go past a display without stopping and each time I see something new I am tempted to buy it. I now have my little orchid house and am thinking of where I can put more of these beautiful plants. I'm addicted but I am enjoying the addiction.
I admit it - I am an orchidholic. I inherited my first orchids (shown) and the passion has grown though it is only a hobby. But I find that I cannot go past a display without stopping and each time I see something new I am tempted to buy it. I now have my little orchid house and am thinking of where I can put more of these beautiful plants. I'm addicted but I am enjoying the addiction.
18 Oct Finding the trilogy One question I am often asked is, "Where do you get your ideas?". My joking answer is that they come from my warped mind and maybe there is some truth in that but I get my ideas from all about me whether it is watching someone at their daily routine or from events or history. When I first sat down to write this story it was meant to be the typical battle of humans and auchs (orcs) but my intention was to write the auch's side of the tale because they always lose and history is written by the
One question I am often asked is, "Where do you get your ideas?". My joking answer is that they come from my warped mind and maybe there is some truth in that but I get my ideas from all about me whether it is watching someone at their daily routine or from events or history. When I first sat down to write this story it was meant to be the typical battle of humans and auchs (orcs) but my intention was to write the auch's side of the tale because they always lose and history is written by the
02 Jul THE AUCHS Early in The Society series Camille and the reader meet Aiyu, an auch. These are the characters That were originally to be the heart of my tale but I found my story to be taking on a different character. For a long time he did not have a name but proved himself to be a compassionate and caring man, it was simply that I could not find the name to fit him. I was writing for Camille at the time and said to her, “We can’t keep calling him Hey You,” to which she replied, “Why not?” Aiyu was named.
Early in The Society series Camille and the reader meet Aiyu, an auch. These are the characters That were originally to be the heart of my tale but I found my story to be taking on a different character. For a long time he did not have a name but proved himself to be a compassionate and caring man, it was simply that I could not find the name to fit him. I was writing for Camille at the time and said to her, “We can’t keep calling him Hey You,” to which she replied, “Why not?” Aiyu was named.
